To the other poet

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I often dream

Of the poet

Whose qualms

Were wiped by dementia

In a vastly unpublished collection

Whose neurons traveled

Without fecundating us

Buried under rubble

Ash scattered by the ubiquitous still wind

I wonder minutely of them

The poet

Without who

The music is soundless

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